Jiang Zhi's clothes: all in his master bedroom.
After he entered the bathroom, she retrieved her clothes, returned to her room—her design, comfortable.
Shower: warm water, fatigue washed away, but thoughts wandered.
Shang Chi agreed to separate rooms—unexpected. Old House = shared bed, intimacy. Now— Get used to it his embrace: last night, sleepless until he held her, then sleep came.
She splashed water on her face—stop thinking. Habits can change. Build the home, but no more "falling."
No more betrayal pain.
Post-shower: short silk nightgown—summer, rarely worn (usually Long pants pajamas with him).
She opened the bathroom door—paused.
Her pink bed—Shang Chi, black nightgown, sitting, phone.
Cold aura vs Warmth room—stark contrast. He is indifferent,on her pink bed— Disharmony.
He looked up—eyes on her nightgown: not sexy, but low neckline, fair skin, hourglass figure—slim, curves, V-neck (Bra,salesperson's advice—accentuates her Deep cleavage).
His gaze: hot, direct—she tensed.
Jiang Zhi: "How did you get in?"
Shang Chi: "I own this place—how else?"
He approached—she stepped back, forgot the threshold, tripped.
Instinct: grabbed his nightgown—buttons popped, fell.
His hand caught her waist—held her close. Nightgown opened—his chest,abdominal muscles,pheromones.
Jiang Zhi: "Not accidental."
He looked down—skilled hand, stroking her waist.
Whispered, "Not accidental—on purpose?"
She blushed, pushed him. "No…."
He held her hand, pressed it to his chest. "Want to touch—I'm your husband. Legal, right."
Last words: slow, sexy—she burned, avoided his eyes.
He gripped her chin. "Yes—I want you to touch."
Kissed her—she clutched his clothes, uncertain.
She kissed back—he deepened it, passionate.
He felt her response—intensified, kissed her neck, collarbone, stripped her gown.
Bedroom: moans, kisses—loud in the quiet.
He laid her on the pink bed—kissed her shoulder…